For your information, I'm part Chinese now. That's right, Lee. For the last three years, I've studied the ancient teaching of Buddha, earning two black belts in Wushu martial arts, spending every afternoon at the Hong Kong Garden Massage Parlor in Pico and Bundy. I'm half-Chinese, baby.

In case you missed it, man, people are trying to kill me! I'm covered in shit and some French cops whupped my ass with some yellow pages, man. So don't tell me it ain't none of my business!

Fine. I'm not your brother.

Lee, I'm in trouble. I need some assistance!

Sister, you tell this piece of S-word that I will personally F-word him up.

I am trying kill somebody, man! Damn!

I wouldn't say nothing. He has me. His brother from another mother.

[mouths] I'm dead?

You Asian! Stop humiliating yourself!

I need a big suite, two beds, two showers, a massage therapist, some new clothes and a case of Old Spice.

Lee. I got a big problem, man. This guy's on steroids. He got a head like Barry Bonds.

Do you know who I am? Detective James Carter, LAPD. My family owns half of Crenshaw Boulevard.

We almost killed your ass! Why you didn't move? I would like for you to meet our dates for tonight, Marsha and Zoe. Fat one's yours.

Sorry, Lee. You can't be black. There's a height requirement.

I'm coming, Soo-Yung! [looks down from the Eiffel Tower] Oh, my God! What the hell am I doing up here? Shit!

Whoa, damn! I don't know what the hell you feeding him, but he is too damn big!

I'm about slice you up like a giant California roll! (Grabs a spear nearby).

Holy mother of Jesus! She's a man! I went to second base with a damn Frenchman! It's the Crying Games! I'm Broke Back Carter!! Oh God...

[after beating Kenji's men] Everybody was kung-fu fighting! That man was fast as Li– [notices Soo-Young still tied on a ledge] Soo-Yung!

Woman 1: This is bullshit! do you know who I am? My family owns half of Rodeo Drive!

Carter: Do you know who I am? Detective James Carter L.A.P.D. My family owns half of Crenshaw Boulevard.

Woman #2: I want a lawyer.

Carter: You need a personal trainer. This license says 180 pounds, you weigh more than that damn car girl.

Woman #2: I have a thyroid condition.

Carter: Well stop eating thyroids!

Woman #1: Look, can't you just like give us a warning or something?

Carter: That depends, you girls like chinese?

Carter: For your information, I'm part Chinese now. That's right, Lee. For the last three years, I've studied the ancient teaching of Buddha, earning two black belts in Wushu martial arts, spending every afternoon at the Hong Kong Garden Massage Parlor in Pico and Bundy. I am half-Chinese, baby.

Carter: You know what I think? I think you feel sorry for this guy. Maybe Kenji didn't get away in L.A. Maybe you let him go.

Lee: The Yakuza killed his family in Tokyo. He was sent to China when he was seven. He was put in Chenzou, the orphanage where I grew up. We kept each other alive.

Carter: You protected each other and you still protected him.

Lee: I called him Xiong Di. He was like my brother. And then, I left him.

Carter: You was adopted. What choice did you have?

Lee: He ended up on the streets. You could never understand.

Carter: I understand, man. I got a brother. My little brother, Perry. We used to be best friends. Now we don't even speak. He think I tipped off the cops about his chicken fights in his garage. Can you believe that? My own brother think I'm a snitch. Just 'cause my chicken lost in the semi-finals. I didn't even really care.

Lee: Carter.

Carter: Fight was fixed, man. My bird was fighting a chicken that didn't make his weight. And he still went the distance. Had a lot of heart. And he was delicious.

Carter: And I'm about to whoop your old ass, man, 'cause I'm sick of playing games! (points to everyone in the room) You, me, everybody's ass around here! (points to tall student) Him-I'm-a kick his ass, man I'm sick of this!

Carter: Oh?

Lee & Carter: Shit!

Carter: I'm going to kill you Lee!

Detective James Carter: (to Lee, as they ride the elevator to their rooms) It's all your fault. How come you didn't tell me about Kenji?

Chief Inspector Lee: (clearly upset) It was none of your business.

Detective James Carter: In cased you missed it, man; people are trying to kill me! I'm covered in shit and some French cops whooped my ass with some yellow pages, man. So don't tell me it ain't none of my business.

Chief Inspector Lee: You lucky we're not in Hong Kong. Phone book is twice as big.

Detective James Carter: Why didn't you tell me you had a brother, man?

Carter: You're messed up in some weird shit, lady. I mean man, Whatever the hell you are.

Genevieve: I am a woman!

Detective James Carter: (after Det. Revi kisses him cheek to cheek) Hey man! You touch me again, you going to owe me dinner and a movie.

Detective Revi: Congratulations! It appears we have finally brought down the triads.

Chief Inspector Lee: (total disbelief) We?

Detective James Carter: You didn't do shit!

Chief Inspector Lee: My butt still hurts!

Detective Revi: (winking at Lee) The Americans and the French need to work together in the spirit of brotherhood. Together, we can do anything. Anything!

Detective James Carter: He's right, Lee. Together we can do anything. You go this way...